We all crash on the couch every now and then, maybe even more often than we'd like to admit. It's just sooooo cozy as you're watching TV; getting up and going to bed can seem like the worst thing in the history of the world. And it is. So, you keep laying there, fighting to stay awake for as long as you can as your eyes slowly drift and then… bam. It's 6 in the morning. Or, like in the OP's case, the living room is just so much cooler (temperature-wise) than the stuffy bedrooms. I can relate to…

Oh no.